The creature let out an ungodly screech as the arm went flying in a spray of blood and ichor. Seeing the haloing flames around the human, it hissed in a fury and suddenly sped off and disappeared down the alley into the shadows, abandoning and shoving its prey to the dirt.

Silver lay in a heap face down, though after a few moments it was clear he was still conscious. With a barely audible groan, one arm shifted sluggishly as he planted a hand and tried to push himself up. His other hand fluttered to his neck. White and silver fur was splashed with crimson and stained his gloves.